WOLF DAWN: Science Fiction Thriller/ Romance (Forsaken Worlds) by Susan Cartwright Page A
Authors: Susan Cartwright
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bed aboard
Assurance
.
Darla Wu’s
security detail remained in the galley and the hall of the Needle-Class vessel, standing guard.
Larren lay on his back, his body hard, tense and ready.
By all the Freeworlds, please let her want me as I want her.
Sartha had climbed on top of him, had placed her entire body down the length of his, pressing herself against him breasts, hips and thighs. Her sleeveless gown was soft and velvety against him, yet the skin of her arms felt smooth and softer still. Larren trailed his hands hand down her back, resting them against her buttocks to pull her closer as he lightly kissed her.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, the kiss is the window to character,
Sartha mused as she fell into Larren’s lips. Every kiss was a distinctive fingerprint. Larren, gentle and giving, held back his desire in consideration of her.
Kind. So kind. Soul so bright …
Larren had heard that portion of Sartha’s thoughts as they kissed. He was back within his own body, but he was hungry for hers.
Holding Sartha, having her against him, had caused him to respond like a reactor splitting an atom:
instant, all-consuming heat.
He wanted to laugh. Gentle? Giving? Kind? Right now all he wanted to do was take her, hard and fast.
Sartha moved her slim hands over his neck and shoulders. She trembled with longing.
Oh yes. Thank you, Jana.
She wants me, too.
He heard Sartha giggle, and he felt a bubble of laughter in her mind. Sartha knew what he was thinking. It seemed that his thoughts amused her.
Well, his thoughts shocked the hell out of him.
Larren’s pulse beat rapidly and his breath came in short gasps.
Worlds of Perdition!
This uncontrollable lust had appeared out of nowhere. He had the overwhelming urge to throw her down like some sort of caveman, to spread her legs and without preliminary thrust inside her. He wanted to pound into her ruthlessly, to use her mindlessly until she was senseless and he was spent. No foreplay, no finesse. He felt like an adolescent, or perhaps an animal.
He considered giving in to the urge.
His level-headed self patiently talked his impulsive, unreasonable self out of the plan. He reassured his unreasonable self that slow and steady would provide more enjoyment for both Sartha and himself.
Larren’s impulsive self just lusted: here, now.
His entire body responded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
His indecisiveness was back: to screw her silly
right now
or not? His reasonable self and his unreasonable self now seemed to be in agreement with the hard throbbing that was making itself known in the lower part of his anatomy. Evidently, instant gratification was best for both parties.
Larren looked at Sartha, who was studying his face with raised brows and a smile of approval. He knew she was on board with whatever he decided. He groaned, surrendering. It was pointless to resist. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so out of control — and he hadn’t even gotten her clothes off her yet.
He moved one hand up her shoulder to her neck. Sartha’s lips were soft and yielding. Her silky locks fell across his cheek in a gentle caress. She gave a low sound of pleasure that broke his control. His reaction was immediate and fierce. With one hand on her buttocks he grabbed a fist full of her hair while the other pulled her closer, deepening his kiss. He wanted to possess her completely, to bury himself inside her, to merge his body with hers.
But before he could do more, Larren felt an exact echo of the sensations
Sartha
felt as they kissed.
Curious, he drew back, frowning, and then kissed her again.
Oh!
Larren
felt Sartha
feel
his l
ips, felt him grab her buttocks and fist her hair and drive his tongue inside her. Larren felt everything he did to her and her response to his actions. Such a sensual, feminine desire. Larren felt his own fevered kiss burn and flow like lava through Sartha’s entire body. His urgent, obvious desire made her breasts and lips tingle and her lower parts
Assurance
.
Darla Wu’s
security detail remained in the galley and the hall of the Needle-Class vessel, standing guard.
Larren lay on his back, his body hard, tense and ready.
By all the Freeworlds, please let her want me as I want her.
Sartha had climbed on top of him, had placed her entire body down the length of his, pressing herself against him breasts, hips and thighs. Her sleeveless gown was soft and velvety against him, yet the skin of her arms felt smooth and softer still. Larren trailed his hands hand down her back, resting them against her buttocks to pull her closer as he lightly kissed her.
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, the kiss is the window to character,
Sartha mused as she fell into Larren’s lips. Every kiss was a distinctive fingerprint. Larren, gentle and giving, held back his desire in consideration of her.
Kind. So kind. Soul so bright …
Larren had heard that portion of Sartha’s thoughts as they kissed. He was back within his own body, but he was hungry for hers.
Holding Sartha, having her against him, had caused him to respond like a reactor splitting an atom:
instant, all-consuming heat.
He wanted to laugh. Gentle? Giving? Kind? Right now all he wanted to do was take her, hard and fast.
Sartha moved her slim hands over his neck and shoulders. She trembled with longing.
Oh yes. Thank you, Jana.
She wants me, too.
He heard Sartha giggle, and he felt a bubble of laughter in her mind. Sartha knew what he was thinking. It seemed that his thoughts amused her.
Well, his thoughts shocked the hell out of him.
Larren’s pulse beat rapidly and his breath came in short gasps.
Worlds of Perdition!
This uncontrollable lust had appeared out of nowhere. He had the overwhelming urge to throw her down like some sort of caveman, to spread her legs and without preliminary thrust inside her. He wanted to pound into her ruthlessly, to use her mindlessly until she was senseless and he was spent. No foreplay, no finesse. He felt like an adolescent, or perhaps an animal.
He considered giving in to the urge.
His level-headed self patiently talked his impulsive, unreasonable self out of the plan. He reassured his unreasonable self that slow and steady would provide more enjoyment for both Sartha and himself.
Larren’s impulsive self just lusted: here, now.
His entire body responded, agreeing wholeheartedly.
His indecisiveness was back: to screw her silly
right now
or not? His reasonable self and his unreasonable self now seemed to be in agreement with the hard throbbing that was making itself known in the lower part of his anatomy. Evidently, instant gratification was best for both parties.
Larren looked at Sartha, who was studying his face with raised brows and a smile of approval. He knew she was on board with whatever he decided. He groaned, surrendering. It was pointless to resist. He couldn’t remember ever feeling so out of control — and he hadn’t even gotten her clothes off her yet.
He moved one hand up her shoulder to her neck. Sartha’s lips were soft and yielding. Her silky locks fell across his cheek in a gentle caress. She gave a low sound of pleasure that broke his control. His reaction was immediate and fierce. With one hand on her buttocks he grabbed a fist full of her hair while the other pulled her closer, deepening his kiss. He wanted to possess her completely, to bury himself inside her, to merge his body with hers.
But before he could do more, Larren felt an exact echo of the sensations
Sartha
felt as they kissed.
Curious, he drew back, frowning, and then kissed her again.
Oh!
Larren
felt Sartha
feel
his l
ips, felt him grab her buttocks and fist her hair and drive his tongue inside her. Larren felt everything he did to her and her response to his actions. Such a sensual, feminine desire. Larren felt his own fevered kiss burn and flow like lava through Sartha’s entire body. His urgent, obvious desire made her breasts and lips tingle and her lower parts
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